I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Open
Light will someday split you open
Even if your life is now a cage
Little by little you will turn into stars,
Little by little you will turn into the whole universe
Sweet, amorous, universe
Rumi
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The rain falls
The wind blows
Evil people do evil things
We get hurt
We get angry
And in the darkness we curl inward
Into something tight and compact
Protective
Closed
We dare not open to these horrible forces
Of the dark
And yet inside the light glows
We have no choice
For Sacred dwells, and cannot be denied
And our hearts burn
With this presence
Even if we do not understand or see
Until that day when we are split open
By love
And the light escapes
Perhaps merely a spark
But a spark, flying into that deep night
Changes everything
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